Autumn

When a few drops of rain fell into the neck which had been naked for a summer, the warm skin began to feel a little chill, unlike the summer, when the naked arms and feet were still greeted with their heads looking up happily in the rain, let the rain wet the face and clothes wantonly, and the touch of the skin brought a slight shiver. At that moment, it indicated that autumn was coming. The rain in summer was fast, and a burst of thunder rolled over, and the rain would come rattling, regardless of the whining, pouring down, just like a straightforward child who couldn’t hide his mind, A rant would disappear yu guo tian jing. The rain in autumn is a little old-fashioned, slowly brewing, quietly landing, continuous, but each piece of rain is wrapped in the coolness that cannot be covered, containing the power that cannot be underestimated. Just like the dark red thin cotton robe left by the stepmother in Zhang Ailing’s memory, the color of ground beef can never be worn out, just like the frostbite all over her body. That dress made Zhang Ailing’s girlhood gloomy and gloomy. I don’t like autumn rain all the time, which is also related to the muddy and humid memory in the countryside when I was a child. The continuous autumn rain was accompanied by the dead black cloth umbrella with long handle, heavy black plastic rubber shoes and the mud on the way to school. The rain in autumn seemed to be endless. Every day I looked at the gloomy and gray sky bitterly. I didn’t want to take that ugly black outfit and set foot on that muddy path with difficulty. At that time, the happiest thing was that it was sunny and the muddy path was dried in the sun. I could put on clean white socks and floral shoes again. With the growth of age, year after year, I have totally different feelings about the changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons. When the rain hit the eaves, what I heard in my childhood was the sound of senses, but now I hear more things beyond the sound, the bleak rainy night, the loneliness of homesickness, and the feelings of time passing away. Just as Jiang Jie from Song Dynasty wrote in the article “Yu Meiren. Listening to rain” that the young people listened to the rain songs, the red candle fainted. Listening to the rain in the prime of life; The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the West Wind. Now when listening to the rain, the temples are already stars. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless; Before the first order, drip to the dawn. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…